Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 193 Wine Tasting

It was because she had too high expectations of the method provided by Lewis that Mrs. Strong paid so much attention to the taste of the wine. She even closed her eyes and prayed to the "Eternal Sun".

Time passed minute by minute, and after half an hour, the sobering up step was officially completed.

The waiter wearing a monocle poured the red wine from the decanter into several high-heeled glasses and placed them in front of the people.

Mrs. Strong saw the double image of the goblet in front of her eyes. She calmed herself down, picked up the goblet, and poured the red wine into her mouth.

Freshly brewed wine has the richest fruit aroma, but the taste is astringent, with a light floral scent in the aftertaste.

Even though Mrs. Strong was not a wine connoisseur, she could tell that this was much better than the wine she made.

The worry on her face was completely washed away by the familiar smell. Mrs. Strong believed that this wine would be able to sell for a good price because it was exactly the taste of the wine her husband brewed.

“Madam, try to relax, otherwise you won’t be able to taste the real flavor.” Lewis reminded the other party, and he also took a small sip.

There was still some difference between the wine and the one he tasted for the first time at Mr. York's. This was probably because the fermentation time was insufficient. The wine at Mr. York's had been treasured for more than ten years.

But it's much better than Mrs. Strong's.

The air fell silent. After a moment, Lewis smiled and said:

“Why not call the taster, Mr. York, over? If he has a very high opinion of the wine, it means it can be sold at a good price.”

He did not rashly ask Mrs. Strong for compensation. Strong Manor was not doing well at the moment, and it was impossible for the other party to take out a large sum of money at one time, and it was impossible for them to give him too high a reward.

However, if the wine could get a favorable review from a professional taster, the wine from Slont Estate would instantly become a hot seller, and even for the sake of face, Mrs. Slont would not offer a price that was too low.

"That's a really good idea." Mrs. Slonter's eyes lit up, then she lowered her head and said in embarrassment: "But Mr. York would not comment on a wine casually. Mr. Carmen also spent a lot of money to invite Mr. York."

"No, he will definitely come!" Lewis affirmed, and in line with the principle of not wasting, he drank the remaining wine.

Mr. York's relationship with him was very delicate. If the other party still wanted to summon his messenger to suppress his desire, then he would not refuse this reasonable request.

Lewis' tone gave Mrs. Strong great confidence, and she sent the waiters in the manor, asking one of them to drive a carriage to inform Mr. York.

All this was responded to half an hour later. When the waiter came back again, York, who was in dishevelled clothes, was already outside the restaurant. It was obvious that he was in a hurry to go out.

"Mr. Lewis, Ms. Strong, it's my honor to be invited by you." Mr. York put his right hand on his chest and saluted.

He looked at Lewis meaningfully. If it wasn't for Lewis' invitation, he would definitely not come.

As a well-known wine taster, wine tasting is a thankless task. Every word he says may offend a wealthy estate owner.

"Welcome, Mr. York." Mrs. Slont stood up excitedly to greet him. She lifted her wide skirt and responded to Mr. York.

York sat down, closed his eyes and slowly tasted the wine on the table. Just as the wine entered his throat, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Mrs. Slont, this is really a great wine. Or rather, I haven't tasted such a good wine for a long time. It's like the wine made by Mr. Lyle." York said seriously. The sadness on Mrs. Slont's face completely disappeared. She asked the waiter to start preparing dinner and chatted happily with Mr. York, trying every means to get York to say more compliments.

Because every word of praise Mr. York said would appear in the Innis Morning Post tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and the advertisement of Slonte Manor would appear prominently in front of the nobles and elites.

It was not until after dinner that Mrs. Strong reluctantly let Mr. York go. How much she wished that Mr. York could stay at the manor for one night.

That way, she could say that the tasters were intoxicated by the wines of Slonte Estate, which would be more meaningful and more impactful than any words of praise.

"Mr. Lewis."

After leaving the restaurant, York called Lewis in a voice that only the two of them could hear and said:

"Baron Reagan invited me to attend a party tomorrow night. If I'm not mistaken, the drugs you're interested in will appear at the party tomorrow night, and maybe even the drug dealers will show up.

Baron Reagan has hinted at this. If you also want to go, I can let you pretend to be my friend."

Lewis immediately became interested. He nodded and said calmly:
"You stay at Slonte Manor tonight, and we'll act together tomorrow night. I suspect that people who sell this kind of drugs have ulterior motives. You should have discovered that what they sell is more like a curse."

York suddenly stopped in front of the carriage, turned around, bowed to Mrs. Slonter, and said:
"Ms. Slont, I think I'm really drunk. I would be very grateful if you could allow me to stay here for one night."

Mrs. Slonter, who was thinking about how to keep the other party, smiled very brightly. Her tone unconsciously rose and her voice was sharp:

"Welcome to Slonte Manor, Mr. York. You will definitely have a great experience."

York nodded, and Mrs. Strong asked the maid to clean up a room for York to stay in temporarily.

It was obvious that York was treated better than Lewis, and the servants brought him the estate's treasured wine and delicacies, hoping that York would speak more.

York was very annoyed. When the crimson moon hung high in the night sky, he walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe.

Suddenly, he held his head, knelt down with his body trembling, and gasped heavily.

He knew that the side effects of the drug had kicked in, and he was tormented by desire almost every night.

Of course, if he took the drug again and continued his depraved behavior, he would be temporarily free from pain.

But this behavior will make him more and more dependent on the curse, and he will eventually turn into an out-of-control monster.

Seeing that Lewis’s room was right in front of him, he made up his mind, walked to the door step by step, and pushed it open.

Inside the room, Lewis was fiddling with a jelly-like, translucent object.

Against the dark green background, vague faces occasionally float by, like figures hiding behind dark curtains.

(End of this chapter)